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Subject: {ASSM} NEW: Visiting Professor 3 (mf)
Date: Mon,  5 Nov 2001 00:10:09 -0500
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VISITING PROFESSOR 3
INTRODUCTION
 
This is subject to all the usual provisos: 
Graphic sex follows.
I'm not responsible for you reading this if you are underage.
The contents are purely fiction and all characters are figments of my
imagination.
This story is copyrighted and any reproduction requires the explicit consent of
the author; i.e. me.
AIDS/HIV and other STD do not exist in my fiction but do in reality-if you
attempt to live the lifestyle depicted please take precautions.

I haven't posted a story on the ASS or ASSM sites for six or seven years, and
back in the past only one long story and a couple of episodes.  Marriage can do
that, but since that now is my past I thought I would toss something out. 
Originally this was just a tangent of a larger project, but I think it can
stand-alone.  It starts a little slow but it lays a foundation for future
development.  

The next part of the story will be posted whenever I feel it's ready.  There
are also a couple of trails that I plan to develop, but if any reader would
like to suggest where I could take this it will be considered.



SIX

The memorial service was not well attended.  David recognized the history
colleagues of the deceased Professor Duer.  The Dean, Nancy Stedman, was also
there along with Montrose's President, Dr. Emily Williams, an older woman with
purple hair and her husband who walked perilously on a cane.  There were
perhaps half a dozen other faculty and staff, and four or five students though
Rachel the Redhead was not among them.  David sat on a pew at the back of the
chapel and watched the ritual.  The Chaplin conducted the service, Carlotta
Duberry, the History Department's Chair, and Nancy Stedman read eulogies. 
There was much tearful embracing at the end of the memorial.

David went home but felt listless and tried to get involved in some NFL
play-off game.  It didn't work so he went for a walk despite the light snow
falling.  Downtown Montrose was . . . well, closed for Sunday.  He sauntered
past Sarah's apartment but the lights were off and her car wasn't parked in the
alley.  Back on campus a few cars were returning to the parking lots.  Montrose
was very much a weekday campus: not too many of the young women stayed there on
the weekends preferring to get to the bright lights of the City, Boston or even
Syracuse.  Back home David made dinner and then read for a while.  Finding
himself dozing off he went to bed.

On Monday he taught his two classes and then called over to the Registrar's
office but the lovely Sarah was out to lunch.  Hardly, he thought to himself,
recalling her sense of humor.  Red Rachel was working in the History office and
David tried to engage her in friendly conversation, but her replies were
monosyllabic.  Each time Rachel's lips formed the 'O' in "no" he thought about
them wrapped around his hard prick ten days earlier.  Embarrassed at the
stiffening his memory provoked David wandered off to the Admin building but
couldn't find Sarah.  Nor was her home number listed in the college or Nynex
directories.  He went home, to eat, read and sleep.

Tuesday morning David got to the office and before class left a message at the
Registrar's for Ms. Diehl to all him when convenient.  Sarah called back a few
minutes after he finished his lecture.  They arranged to meet outside the
library and find someplace for lunch.  It was a clear, cold sunny day with a
brisk wind.  Sarah was bundled up in a tan coat and black beret and her ears
shone pink from the cold.  David suggested they walk into town and grab a
sandwich but Sarah counted by suggesting they go to David's.  As the walked
along the footpath he apologized for not calling her back and explained that he
found he didn't have her number.  Sarah replied that she was glad she wasn't
just another one-night-stand.

David heated up some soup in the small kitchen and recounted the scene at
Duer's memorial.  He cut a few slices from a baguette and felt Sarah sidle up
behind him, grasp his hips and rub hers against his butt.

"You better be quick, I've only got an hour for lunch," she whispered into his
ear.  They sat at the small dining table, dipping bread into their soup.  David
asked her about Duer, what she knew about him.

"Gunter was kind of weird.  I slept with him a couple of time," Sarah said
openly.  David asked if it had been good.  "The sex wasn't bad, but sex wasn't
his thing.  It was just his vehicle for something else.  Power and control.  It
just made me feel eerie.  But I guess it didn't for some, he had his cadre of
groupies or so went the gossip."

David told her about Dean Stedman's preoccupation with Duer's papers.  Perhaps
he's left something incriminating behind.  Sarah confessed she'd never heard
anything about Nancy and Gunter but it wouldn't surprise her.  When they
finished eating Dave started rinsing out the soup bowls.  Something hit him on
the back of his legs; looking down he saw one of Sarah's shoes.

"I've got to be back at work in sixteen minutes," she said looking at her
watch, "and I think you could spend that time in better ways than doing the
dishes."  Sarah reached under her navy skirt and pulled down the waistband of
her hose, taking with it her panties.  She kicked the garments from her ankles
and lifted herself onto the table.

David quickly shut off the water and dried his hands.  When he turned back
toward her middle finger was deep in the gash between her legs.  David knelt so
his face was against the brown triangle of public hair and licked around
Sarah's finger.  He gripped her thighs and pushed his face in the pungent aroma
as she withdrew her finger to let his tongue probe the opening of her vagina. 
She smelled and tasted so rich David thought he could live off her.

Sarah's fingers delved through his hair and began to drag his head away from
her glorious cunt.  As he stumbled getting to his feet Sarah grabbed his fly
and unzipped it.  Quickly she unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down around
his hips.  David's hard-on pushed against his shorts invitingly and she freed
it and in swiftly guided its tip between her labia.  He thrust his hips forward
and his prick entered easily into the cavity of her vagina.

Sarah leaned her shoulders back onto the tabletop.  Her thighs gripped his
waist and her hips jerked into him.  Since he could feel her ankles kicking
against the backs of his thighs David thrust faster till he matched her rhythm.
 He could hear his prick mixing and sloshing in the juices of Sarah's tunnel. 
Her breathing grew shallow and fast, hissing little pants as her head tossed
from side to side.  She reached for him, found his shirttails and pulled him
into her so he was embedded to the hilt.  David thrust even harder and felt
himself beginning to come.  Her thighs squeezed his waist as she also hit an
orgasm and he felt himself explode and spill inside her.  He collapsed in
almost-agony on top of her.  Sarah's fingers kneaded his scalp for a couple
minutes and then she wiggled her self off his softening cock.

"Be a dear and get me a tissue," she asked.  David pulled up his pants from
around his ankles and found a box of tissues on the fridge.  He brought them
back to Sarah, who carefully and unashamedly wiped clean the cleft between her
legs.  David handed her the bundle of hose and panties from under the table and
went to the kitchen to retrieve her shoes.  She shifted her skirt and tucked
her silk shirt into the waistband and stepped into her shoes.

"Fourteen minutes," Sarah said looking at her watch, "this place has quick
service.  I wouldn't mind have lunch here again, but right now I have two
minutes to get back to work."  Her faced was flushed and David noticed for the
first time her she had dimples when she smiled.  He mentioned that as she put
on her coat.

"This are my just-got-fucked dimples.  They're such a give-away . . . I hope no
one notices at work."

They walked out together and along the path to the academic and administrative
part of campus.  David offered to walk her to the Registrar but Sarah
declined-with him for company and the dimples it would be a dead giveaway as to
how she'd spent her lunch break.  When they reached the History building Sarah
promised to give him a call in the evening.  David went to his office and
hardly noticed Rachel sorting the mail for the department faculty.

[end  6]

SEVEN

Sarah called a few minutes before six and invited David over to her apartment. 
In spite of being dark and freezing David felt safer walking on the slippery
pavement, a decision confirmed when he saw his car sheathed in ice.  Even
though it was only a five-minute walk he was frozen by the time he reached
Sarah's place and welcomed the warmth inside.  Sarah had changed out of her
navy suit, no doubt crinkled from their lunchtime tryst on his dining room
table, into jeans and a white angora sweater.  David stood in the kitchen
sipping the merlot she'd poured for him and slipped some of her mother's
lasagna into the oven.

With dinner reheating Sarah pecked his cheek with a kiss.

"So how did you like your first fuck on the esteemed campus of Montrose Women's
College?" she asked, her eyes glinting.

"Actually it wasn't the first one."  David felt a little sheepish and shifted
his weight from one leg to another.  He explained what had happened the first
day he was on campus when the mysterious but ravishing Rachel had titty-fucked
him.  Sarah was incredulous until David showed her the note Rachel had left
that he'd kept in the pocket of his overcoat.  She asked him about Rachel, who
she couldn't place at first.  As David described her more fully she finally
recognized who he was talking about, Rachel Evans, with "the big jaw and horsy
face."

So much for ravishing, David thought, beauty must be in the eye of the beholder
or more realistically perhaps women were a little more picky.

They ate dinner at the large farmhouse table at one end of the kitchen.  At
least Sarah didn't show any jealousy over the incident with Rachel.  David
wondered if he should point out that Sarah was the first woman he'd ever fucked
on a dining room table but decided that it probably wasn't a good point to
make.  Rachel Evans wasn't one of the fillies in Duer's stable, at least
according to the rumors, said Sarah.  A couple of names were mentioned by
her-Yvonne Edelmann and Diane O'Brien, both of whom were currently enrolled at
Montrose, and three or four other names that David didn't know of students
who'd either graduated or otherwise left the college.  And of course there was
the Nancy Stedman angle that David had brought to light.

After eating David cleaned up the dishes while Sarah searched through her video
collection and popped in "Blue" with Juliette Binoche.  They curled up on the
couch, Sarah squeezing her generous torso between the back of the sofa and
David's stretched body, her head resting on his chest and tightly holding the
remote ("you can't trust a man with one of these," she said).  David's right
arm nestled Sarah's shoulder and wrapped around her body so his hand rested on
her belly.  Through the movie he stroked her stomach through the soft sweater
and wasn't surprised to not discover a bra.  They watched the movie and sipped
the last of the red wine and just felt very comfortable together.  David began
to think that Sarah reminded him of a blond Binoche.

When the movie ended the VCR clicked into automatic rewind mode.  Sarah shut
off the TV and stirred off the couch.

"I hope you're planning on staying the night," she said and David nodded in the
affirmative.  "I really have to pee and get ready for bed.  Unlike you I have
to be at work at seven forty-five, but I can drop you off on the way.  Be a
dear and power down the tape player when it has rewound, and turn off the
lights."  

Sarah walked down the hall to the bathroom and David adjusted to this
domesticity.  When the VCR spat out the tape he carefully boxed it and walked
through the living room and kitchen and turned off most of the lights.  When he
got to the bedroom Sarah was leaving the bathroom wearing a thick white
dressing gown. She leaned over to turn down the bed.

"I got you a toothbrush, it's in the cabinet."  David took the cue and did his
toilet in the bathroom.  When he returned Sarah was under the duvet and putting
in her earrings ("If I don't the holes will seal.").  David stripped off his
clothes, laid them over a chair, and crawled naked under the covers.  

Sarah finished attaching the last earring, stretched over to turn off the
bedside lamp and snuggled against his chest.  David stroked her thighs, which
she opened so his fingers could loosen her labia.  He snuggled against her
breasts and kissed her button nipples and thought it strange that he really had
seen her breasts but just explored them in the dark.  His index finger probed
the opening between her lower lips and he felt Sarah's sharp inhalation.

Her hand met his between her legs and he felt her fingers stroking herself. 
His knee pushed between her thighs, opening them wider.  David's mouth suckled
a small breast while his other hand massage its twin.  His hardness brushed
against the back of her hand, and with the other she push the back of his head
into her chest.

"I really want to, but I'm just not getting wet enough."  Sarah broke away and
opened the draw of the nightstand and pulled out a plastic bottle.  "Do you
mind?" she asked and squirted some of the flask's contents into the cup of a
hand.  She replaced the container and rubbed her palms together before placing
his hard penis between them.  The lubricant was quickly spread along the length
of his erection.

"Something traditional," she whispered.  Sarah pulled him on top of her body
and guided his slick prick into her.  David felt his prick glide into so
smoothly he could barely sense the walls of her vagina. Sarah's thighs closed
around his as he plunged in to her in the standard missionary position.  Her
arms grasped around his shoulders and he could feel her nails scratch his back.
 

The pace of his thrusts was leisurely but he could feel their effect as her
fingers bit deeper into his flesh.  David's head began to sway from side to
side while Sarah's hips lifted to meet his thrusts into her.  Her hands crawled
down his back and cupped his buttocks, pulling him even more tightly into her. 
His prick slid easily in and out and he could feel her shiver.  His motion
picked up speed and he felt himself beginning to come.  

One of Sarah's fingers began to massage his anus and then penetrate the tight
orifice.  A tingle ran up David's spine.  His orgasm was approaching, Sarah was
shaking, and her fingertip pressed against his prostrate as he exploded into
her.

He lay drained on top of her, feeling his penis softening.  Sarah pulled her
finger out and rubbed his buttocks and back, and then rolled him off her body. 
David lay on his side and Sarah did the same and kissed him.

"You're a good fuck, Dr. David Grimes," she said, and kissed him again.  He
held her close and thought she was more than the same.

[end 7]

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